Alfred the Great, or the Patriot King; A Drama, in Five Acts

Alfred the Great, or the Patriot King; A Drama, in Five Acts

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1831 edition. Excerpt: ...A cup, then, to our making up.--Sit down--A pledge for concord, friends, --the health of him Whose banner is our country's sun, that shall Disperse the night which overclouds her now--" Alfred!"--I pray you, Edwy, sing those rhymes You've strung for us, and we so lore to hear. Edixy. Right willingly; tho' homely be the verse I dare be sworn was ne'er more rich in heart. Edwy sings. When circling round the festive board The cup is fill'd the highest, And one and all their love record For him their thoughts then nighest--Who owns the name their lips pronounce, While vouching tear-drops spring, Sirs, In eyes he does not see?--At once I'll tell you--here's--" THE KING," Sirs! When proud in arms the nation stood To front the foul invader, And England did what England could, And fate alone betray'd her--Who was the foremost to advance, The first a spear to fling, Sirs, The last to quit the field?--At once Til tell you--here's--" THE KING," Sirs! And now when o'er the prostrate land The spoiler roams resistless, And vengeance fears to lift her brand, And hope almost is listless, Whence does the beam of solace glance, The song of heart'ning ring, Sirs, And promise freedom yet?--At once I'll tell you--here's--" THE KING," Sirs! Egbert. Well sung. Edwy. What's well intended, scarce comes short Howe'er performance halts--I did my best. Alfred. Let them build palaces for kings no more--They only hide them from their proper state--The loves that serves them for themselves alone! Who'd thank a smile to walk their ample halls? Beneath whose arched roofs with all the shows Of royalty, I never felt myself So much a king as those bare rafters see Me now! Egbert. (Observing Alfred.) What moves him thus?--His eyes o'erflow, ...
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  • Paperback | 26 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 1mm | 68g
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • Illustrations, black and white
  • 1236521625
  • 9781236521620